That's halfway to my Sophie, or my Sophie was halfway to that: she Would Not Be Hugged Or Held. She would sit on my lap, and occasionally other people's, but her prime motivation was shoulders. If you picked her up at all, she would be straight out of your arms and onto your shoulders; if you didn't pick her up, she would climb you.

Hestia once attempted to anchor her claws in my navel. There is a certain amount of latitude for this behavior if you are reclining on the couch with a cat, for example, who decides that it wants up. The navel is naturally in the way. When the cat that wants up is starting from the kitchen floor and you are standing—